Ringo Starr and his All Star Band

Jean, basketball: when Ringo enters the ring, only love and peace rain down. Life is a party, so the British drummer, always inclined to lay his voice on the pop of the sixties, maintains his smile with a free and euphoric kid's energy.

At what age do you grow old? That's the question you can ask yourself when you see the ever young and sparkling Ringo Starr on stage, sun glasses smoked over his eyes. The fourth thief of the Beatles, then a social phenomenon in a fast-moving world, the eternal kid from Liverpool has grown up well. But his ardour, intrepid lightness and communicative optimism remain intact. Nothing changes this drummer with his golden technicality and silvery voice: neither fame nor time.

Here, there is no nostalgia or excessive glory in the past: only the present moment counts. For Ringo Starr, there is no question of remaining stuck on the asphalt of Abbey Road. He moves forward, at his own pace, with a gait closer to that of an overactive young adult than to an insolent spleen grandfather. In a plea for love and peace, the Knight Bachelor celebrates life as much as he honours his lifelong friends: the tormented genius John Lennon, the virtuoso Paul McCartney and the mystic George Harrison.

That's the way he is, Ringo Starr. He sees every day as a party with friends. Happy as a kid, he goes back in time without neglecting the present. He juggles between eras, blows without trembling on the embers of the hits of yesteryear and blends naturally into rhythms borrowed from blues standards.

Perhaps it is to better sublimate the young shoots of his discography. In any case, his sweet and melodious pop brings the secrets of Beatlemania back to life, letting the wind of the good old days take us by the scruff of the neck, with skill, charm and jubilation. Today is yesterday, yesterday is today. It seems to surprise only him, but Ringo Starr is alive and well, and God that's good!